Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 11:42:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Daemon King
Subject: Arcen College Secrets: Matt and Rashawn
Rashawn was a sophomore on the Arcen College track and field squad. He
specialized in hurdling. He was a very good-looking 19 year-old black man
with his full pink lips, hazel eyes, and shoulder-length braids. He stood
5'11 with warm, golden caramel skin and a well-toned body. In many ways, he
was like most of the guys on the team: brash, boisterous, competitive; into
cars, video games, and clubbing, with a cheerleader for a girlfriend to
boot. However, unlike most of the guys, he had another interest:
He loved checking out the other guys in the locker room. It was his
favorite activity. Usually, he waited until all the other guys had cleared
out to take his shower and then he sat alone in the locker room with one of
his gay magazines, or a dirty jock someone had left behind. He'd hold the
jock to his nose, or look at the images, and jack off, wishing one of the
guys would take his ass and bust his black virgin cherry.
One such evening; as he sat naked on the bench, holding a stale, sweaty
jock to his face, someone walked in on him. One of his team mates, Matt. He
was a junior, a 21 year-old white guy standing 6'1 with ginger hair,
milky-peach skin topped with freckles and sky-blue eyes. Like Rashawn, he
had a slim, well-toned body. He was shocked to see Rashawn doing what he
was doing but simultaneously turned-on. Matt was also attracted to guys but
was far from shy about it; totally unlike Rashawn.
"What the hell are you doing?" Matt busted in. Rashawn dropped the jock and
tried to cover himself with his towel but it was too late. It was obvious
what he had been doing.
"It's not what it looked like, Matt. Honest."
"Really? Looked like you were jacking off with someone's jock. Pervert."
"No. I'm not! Please Matt, don't tell anyone else."
"I won't if you do me a favor," he smirked.
"What? I'll do anything you want man," Rashawn agreed, desperate to keep
his desires a secret. Matt dropped his shorts and his semi-hard
rosy-colored cock popped out.
"Suck on my dick." It was not a request but a command. Rashawn knew he had
no choice. Not that he minded. It was just that he had never done anything
with a guy before. Even as much as he had desired it in his heart, he'd
never had the courage. He wrapped his lips around Matt's dick and started
to suck.
"This is your first time I take it?"
"Uh Hm," Rashawn's muffled response came.
"I can tell. You can do better. C'mon, you want me to keep your secret or
not?" Rashawn did indeed want him to so he tried harder, sucking more of
the shaft into his mouth.
"That's better. Suck that dick. Take as much as you can into your mouth."
Rashawn complied taking the dick to the back of his mouth. He gagged and
pulled back then resumed bobbing his head along the length.
"I'm gonna have to teach you how to deep-throat. And look up at me when
you're sucking my dick, boy." Boy? Was he serious. Still, he had the power
so Rashawn begrudgingly looked up at him.
"Get that anger out of your eyes, boy. You're my bitch now."
"I'm nobody's bitch!" Rashawn yelled. SMACK! A hard backhand landed across
his face.
"You are my bitch. If you want that secret kept you will be my bitch till I
graduate if I want it that way, understand...boy?"
"...Yes..." SMACK! Another slap.
"Yes who?"
"Yes...sir?" Rashawn started to understand exactly what he had gotten
himself into. He had gotten himself into the trap where he had to play
nigger to some white boy. He had no choice. If he didn't, his athletic
career was dead. He rubbed his sore cheek as he resumed sucking Matt's cock
but the white boy pushed him off.
"You got it hard enough. We can deal with cock-sucking lessons later. Right
now I want some ass."
"Ass- I mean, ass, sir?"
"Yes ass, boy. Good to see you're a quick learner. You clearly are a fag,
jacking off while sniffing some dude's jock. I know you've probably never
been fucked but you're my bitch now, so lay down on the bench." Rashawn did
as told, though he was apprehensive about the whole thing. He had always
wanted to be fucked but on his own terms, not forced by someone, especially
some haughty white boy.
Matt got naked then rummaged in Rashawn's gym bag, pulling out a tube of
ointment. It would do. He anointed Rashawn's hole then sunk a finger
in. Rashawn shuddered and moved away but a sharp smack on the ass told him
to stay still. He groaned as the finger sunk in all the way.
"Good, boy. Keep still and you might learn to enjoy this," Matt smirked,
stroking his hard dick. He churned and jabbed, stretching the virgin
cherry. He dabbed more ointment and pushed in two fingers.
"Ah shit, sir. I don't know if I can."
"You can and you will, boy!" Matt barked. He inserted three fingers and
Rashawn howled.
"Shit, boy? You want the whole campus to hear you?" Matt sighed. He picked
up the dirty jock from the floor and stuffed Rashawn's mouth, muffling his
cries. He worked those three digits in and out, spreading them as far as
the ass would yield until he felt Rashawn was stretched enough to take his
cock. He smeared ointment on his rigid dick and pressed in. Rashawn
screamed as the head popped his sphincter, officially deflowering him. He
gripped the bench as more and more white cock pushed inside his brown
ass. He breathed relief when Matt was finally all the way in.
"See, boy. Told you that you could," Matt whispered. Slowly, he withdrew
then pressed in again, moaning as the tight black ass squeezed his
shaft. He churned his cock inside, getting his new slave accustomed to his
girth as he would be taking it often from then on. Rashawn's moans grew
fainter as he relaxed. Matt was thrusting through him a bit faster, and he
was surprised to find it pleasurable. Matt picked up on Rashawn's faint
moans of pleasure and yanked out the dirty jock.
"What's that, boy? You like my dick now?"
"Yes sir," Rashawn whispered, embarrassed.
"Louder, bitch!"
"Yes sir, I like it," Rashawn admitted then buried his face in the jock,
moaning and unconsciously backing into Matt's thrusts. The white boy
grinned. He had the black boy under his control. He rested his weight fully
on Rashawn and started to thrust harder. Rashawn moaned all the more,
biting his bottom lip as he raised his ass for deeper fucking.
"You love this dick?"
"Yes sir."
"You gonna be a good black bitch for your white master, boy?"
"Yes sir."
"Tell me. Tell me how good."
"I'll be a real good black boy for you, sir. Please sir, just don't stop
fucking me!" Matt grinned broadly. He had turned Rashawn out, and made the
former virgin into a cock-loving bitch-boy. Matt abandoned all control and
hammered into Rashawn's ass, slamming his dick deep through the silky, hot
rectum; ramming him hard as his orgasm hit.
"Fucking hot black boy-cunt!" Matt yelled, shuddering and convulsing as he
pumped waves of hot cum up Rashawn's colon. He collapsed on top of him,
panting, and glazed in perspiration. Regaining his strength, he pulled out
and forced his bitch to suck his cock clean. Rashawn, still inflamed with
lust, did so willingly. He swallowed the mix of cum and ass-juice.
"Good boy! That was good for a first timer," Matt said, getting dressed.
"Sir? I haven't cum yet," Rashawn noted, palming his achingly hard
erection.
"So? That's not my problem, boy. You're here to serve me...here," he said
shoving the jock into Rashawn's face, "jerk off to that. I don't care. Just
make sure that black ass is ready for my cock whenever I call you, got it?"
"Yes sir," Rashawn replied, resigning himself to his new position as Matt's
sex slave. Once Matt had made his exit, Rashawn lay on the bench with the
jock over his face. He inhaled deeply the odor of sweat and pubic musk
while stroking his cock. In no time, he was on the edge. He yelled,
shooting thick white cum over his chest and abs. Once he had recovered, he
wiped up with the jock and stuffed it into his bag for later.
Even after having busted a huge nutt, Rashawn still felt horny. His cock
was raging in his jeans and he found himself making a beeline for his
girlfriend's room. He arrived at Amber's door and knocked. She swung it
open and his cock throbbed. She was a sexy, coke-bottle-shaped blond with
blue-green eyes, and perky B-cup breasts. Rashawn pushed her back in the
room, all the way to the bed as the door slammed shut behind him.
"Rashawn, what is it?" she asked alarmed by his aggression.
"I just want to fuck," he said plainly and yanked off her shorts. She
wasn't wearing underwear. Her shaven snatch was fully on display.
"Rashawn! What-" her words were cut off by the sensation of Rashawn's
tongue suddenly worming its way up her cunt. She shivered and cooed as he
tongued her clit. Little did she know that memories of getting well-fucked
by Matt's thick cock were the source of Rashawn's sexual forwardness that
evening. He slurped and sucked on her clit and pussy lips, making her coo
his name like a mantra.
"Rashawn, Rashawn! Ohhhh Rashawn!" he cried, her pitch rising higher as her
back arched, displaying her stiff nipples through the baby-tee she
wore. Her legs vibrated as he screamed, ascending to orgasm. However,
Rashawn was not finished with her yet. He ripped off his clothes, and her
shirt. Pulling her into him, he latched onto the large pink nipples and
suckled them roughly, sending more thrills through her. He moaned, stuffing
nearly her entire breast in his mouth. His rigid cock oozed precum as he
pressed against her thigh.
"I want to fuck you so bad, baby," he whispered.
"Yes, fuck me, Rashawn. Fuck me now!" she pleaded, overcome by his sexual
energy. He pressed his dick-head between her pussy lips and pushed in. They
both moaned as his long, thick, brown pole glided up inside her hot, wet,
pink pussy. Her legs spread wider of their own volition, curving over his
lower back as he began to thrust into her. He covered her lips with his,
feeding her his tongue.
He plowed her deeply and roughly; his low-hanging, dark-brown balls
smacking against her pale flesh. His mind filled with the sensations of
being fucked and controlled by the sexy white boy and suddenly, his orgasm
hit. He roared, flooding her pussy. His asshole quivered, oozing a heavy
stream of Matt's cream. He collapsed on top of her, panting and convulsing;
his mind reeling with the mixed pleasures of her gripping pussy and
flashbacks of getting plowed by Matt. His asshole yawned, belching forth
another gush of semen before closing up tight; a trail of thick cum running
from his anus down his balls.